Caged

5

Screams, cries, and moans filled the room, as Zwei was forced into sex for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Zwei woke up sore from the waist down. The boy was littered with hickeys and love bites. He got up but immediately fell from the lack of strength in his legs. Sullivan snickered at the boy, standing. "Your parents want to have a royal dinner, but I told them you were sick so you couldn't attend. I hope your rear will be ready for when I get back." Sullivan laughed, getting ready for dinner. Then, Zwei truly realized, this man was evil.

Sullivan had left home, and Zwei was all alone in the giant mansion with nothing but maids and butlers. The doors to the outside world had been locked from the outside, meaning Zwei couldn't run away.

Zwei walked around the place-- coming across a door that looked rather pretty. As he opened the doorway, he lightly gasped seeing the contents of the room. Many seamstresses were running along the place. Some were sewing together parts of dresses, others were knitting scarves, gloves, hats, etc. and more were designing new clothes. One of the women was hurrying along, and Zwei happened to be in the way. The two clasped together, and Zwei fell right on his butt, wincing. "Oh dear me! Sir Zwei is here!!" She hollered, catching the attention of every lady there. She extended her hand and allowed Zwei to pull himself up.

The women quickly gathered around him, asking many questions.

"Is it true?! Does Master Sullivan hurt you!?"
"Are you both truly in love?"
"Do you feel safe being around Master Sullivan?!"
"We hear your cries in the bathroom at night! Are you okay?!"

Zwei put on his mask once more, that same happy, sweet, and loving smile. The very smile that hid the pain, self-hatred, and river of tears. "Of course I'm okay! Sullivan would never hurt me!!" He lied. The ladies gave him a worried yet skeptical look. "Well, that's great Sir Zwei! What are you here for?" One of the women asked. "I.." He halted his words. He needed to think of a lie, and quick. "I- want to learn to knit..! Yes! Yes, knit!!" he explained. "Oh, what a wonderful idea!

Within thirty minutes, the women-- including Zwei-- were all laughing and talking whilst knitting and sewing.

"Betty you know such things didn't occur with Samuel!" Linda giggled, looking down at the corset she was sewing together. Betty plopped the half-crocheted hat in her lap, "I can surely fantasize, can I?!" She retorted. The ladies laughed and Zwei lightly chuckled.

"So, Sir Zwei; have you decided on how you want your coronation to look once Master Sullivan becomes king? Since you're quite young, the queen and Prince Devonné should pass away around your late twenties! You're fourteen, no?" Hajime questioned. "Fourteen?! Oh my! Sir Zwei you are so young!! Did you even consent to this marriage?" Betty asked.

"Isn't Master Sullivan seventeen? Three years is quite a lot of time..." Bulan commented. "I.. I had no choice... Prince Archimondt wanted Sullivan to take my hand in marriage most likely to help his royal image.." Zwei chuckled. "I could never even imagine marrying someone who didn't truly love me.." Gabriella said, looking down.

"B-but Sullivan does love me! He's the sweetest husband I could've ever asked for!" Zwei fibbed, clasping his hands together with a humble smile.

"That's great then! So, have you thought about it? How you want your coronation to look like?" Nancy asked

Zwei continued knitting his fluffy scarf, thinking. "Not really.." He answered. "Really?!" The women exclaimed simultaneously, slightly startling the boy.

"Y-Yeah... I don't know if I'll even get to choose. Typically, it is Sullivan who makes the decisions for me." He explained. "I see.." Cho-Eun sighed. "I wish I could be royalty one day.." Nancy mumbled.

About an hour had gone by of the group laughing, crocheting, knitting, and sewing.

"Finished!" Zwei announced, standing up and showing everyone his creation. "It's gorgeous!" Nicole complimented. "What a beauty!" Anah praised. "Oh my!!" Fuyu flattered. The other ladies continued applauding Zwei's design. It was a white scarf with orange outlines of cats scattered on it.

"You should show it to Master Sullivan! I'm sure he'll love it." Betty insisted. Zwei smiled at the thought. Just then, a butler entered the room and bowed in the presence of his superior. "Sir Zwei, Master Sullivan requests to see you this instant, he stays in your bedroom as of now. I don't think the dinner with the royal family went too well.." The butler explains.

Zwei sighed and stood up with the scarf. As he exited the door, the butler stopped him outside. "Be safe my lord... he does not appear to be in a good mood. I cannot help you if he gets physical, but I do hope you are alright.." The servant bowed and Zwei looked down, holding back tears.

"Thank you..!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around the larger male. "You are very much welcome. You should go before Master Sullivan gets impatient..." With that, Zwei hurried off. The pitter-patter of his bare feet quickly faded away. "Poor boy.." the butler sighed, walking off.

Zwei took a deep breath before opening the bedroom door. Sullivan tapped his foot, staring at the small boy with a scowl. "Where on earth have you been?" The man asked, roughly grabbing his husband by the arm. "I-I was in the seamstress room.."

Zwei answered, shaking violently with Sullivan's hands gripping his wrist. "What's with you? Why are you shaking so much?" Sullivan asked. "I-I'm sorry..." Zwei apologized, looking down at his feet. "Enough with your apologies. You should be ready for tonight, because I guarantee you won't get any rest."